Hollow(ed) stubborn Hushed patches of impervious demeanorLeave embers waiting, to fly…Windows shut to mist of jumbled perceptionsBorn of versions shaded in textures of the tongueLick sores on skin housed in tight shoesDistance appears a chalkboardScripted with a thousand words of a cold silenceFor dverse where Victoria tends the bar. This is an offshoot of some thoughts occupying my mind right now. Hopefully meets the bar too